Animorphs: Mercenaries (new members are welcome)

[Galladerotom]

In the back of the car sat a boy of thirteen years. He seemed to be somewhat frail. Portions of his body were wrapped in bandages. It was his eyes however that bore his character they were blood red around the pupil and bore hate all around darkness that currently resonated through the night.

Finally, he spoke. "This report had better be right or your throat will be my breakfast tomarrow morning. Do you understand?" the driver was an unexperienced member of a balkin criminal fraction but he knew that this boy would keep to his word if they failed. The plan was simple work out a negotation then kill take the box and run. Many things had been smuggled across the galaxy but not anything like this. Better yet to the boy this would be perfect revenge because: He would strike with the very thing that gave his old enemies power and later his power the power known as morphing and the thing known as the Escafil device... the blue box that helped save earth would now unleash choas upon it.

[Brad the Brit]

Three miles behind the car his target sat in Law checked his SatNav again. Not a easy thing if your on a motorbike doing 60 on a bumpy road. The SatNav displayed his own position and the position of the other car. Well the tracking device attached to the underside of the car anyway. Law spoke, the voice activated com system built into his helmet gave him a direct link to the others.
" This is Deserter.Target is approaching the predicted exchange point. What do you want to do, engage now or wait to see the exchange. Over".

[Galladerotom]

(Excelent)

[Crimea River]

(Still unsure on how to enter.  Tell me how to enter my Andalite, and I'll post).

[Brad the Brit]

(( err... Halo jump? Helicopter... already at the drop off... if you have a Morph capability's are you driving the car the kids in. there are endless options... BTW exactly who are we working for Galladerotom?))

[Galladerotom]

(Okay the origional idea for my character who would be the leader of the group was...)
Name: Ivan Gregorvich
Age: 18
Physical appearence: 5'7 with black hair and slightly tan skin
Bio: His father was a siberian government worker in the soviet union. When suspected to be an american spy he fled the country and moved to the united states. Not much is known about his mother but it is believed that she died in child birth. He lived with his father most of his life. Unknown to him his father became infested with a yeerk while stumbling into a meeting of the sharing's inner circle. During the Kandora shortage however the yeerk starved and his father got home in time to tell him about the yeerk threat. However the yeerks arranged an explosion. His father died however his lower spinal cord was badly damaged and he was unable to walk. Several years later the animorphs found him and arranged for him to be an auxilary in fact he suprised them with his knowledge of the yeerk invasion. During the war he possessed a bull morph and later a Hork-bajir morph. His past life had made him paranoid not only of yeerks but the new Russian government under president Vladimir Putin. This made him a vital member of the auxilaries and due to these traits he was assigned by jake to spy on Cassie: "Just watch her make sure she dosen't do anything stupid, and if she can't bring herself to do something do it yourself." "and if she betrays us jake?" "Do what you must Ivan."

After the war Ivan decided to create a group of mercinaries to contain crime in parts of the world that the American government couldn't touch. He took up the assignment from the Russians not for cash but for the agreement to clear his father's name.

[Brad the Brit]

(( where is everone damnit!!!))

[Faerie Larka]

Alexandria was stationed at the exchange point.  Her job was to get whatever was being smuggled.  And to take out anybody in the way.  While she didn't know what exactly the target was, it had to be pretty important.  If she was unable to complete the task, she was informed backup would be ready.

She wasn't planning on screwing up.

[Blocky97]

"head for 33 leames street" siad the radio, the young Bolanian morphed into a human and started his anti assasin run " She's heading south take her out, it can be messy" "here we go" he jumped at the target (a.k.a. Alexandria, and a Bolanian is a hind leg-standing small dragon with a feathery tial) 

[Chatvert]

Not far from the exchange point, a young woman wearing a scarf around her hair sat slumped against the wall, the attitude of a drunkard. What proved that she was sober, though, were her eyes, a remarkably clear-headed grey, though she tried not to let it show. A lock of choppy green hair escaped from its fabric prison; she tucked it back under the scarf.

" This is Deserter.Target is approaching the predicted exchange point. What do you want to do, engage now or wait to see the exchange. Over".

Zed grimaced. "This is Janus. We'll wait. Rushing in's no good. Want to make sure they're surrounded first. Over."

[Faerie Larka]

Alexandria whipped the guy who jumped at her over her shoulder, smacking him into the ground.  A knife quickly pressed against his throat.  "This is more important than your life.  Keep that in mind."  She then hit the hilt of the knife against his head.  It dazed him, but she could work with that.  She quickly had a dracon beam trained on his head.  "It is highly advisable that you stay where you are."

[Crimea River]

The Andalite was, to put it frankly, confused.  He had been hired for some mission, but as cryptic as humans were, he was surprised he had gotten to this point.  He was in human morph, and had his shredder at his side (he would never dare to stoop so low as to use a Yeerk weapon).  He stood there awkwardly, tilting his head, as he saw a woman fighting a man.  Then he saw her draw a Dracon beam.  Was she a Controller?  He couldn't help but be suspicious.

He walked, having had practice on human feet, towards the scuffle.  "What is going on?  Ing.  Ing.  Ing.  Oh.  Nnnuh."  That was the one thing he loved about this body - using the mouth to sound words out.

[Faerie Larka]

Alexandria kept the knife to the man's throat and turned the dracon beam to the newcomer.  "Now, I really don't think it's any of your business.  If you don't mind, I'm trying to take care of something.  I really would have preferred to do this without any bloodshed outside of certain people, but the two of you are making that quite difficult."  Alexandria's gaze was in constant motion between what she assumed to be an Andalite from his speech, and the man under her knife.  Nobody was going to screw this up for her.  Nobody.

[Crimea River]

Jamilan stepped back, annoyed with the human.  What right did she have, pointing a weapon at someone who had done nothing to her?  He decided this weak human body was not for him, and stepped aside, finding a place to remove his clothing and demorph.  Finally in his body, he flexxed his tail, and drew his shredder.

[Chatvert]

"Oh, for frak's sake," Zed murmured to herself, looking at the scene developing across the street. These amateurs, they were going to ruin it all! She was hesitant of joining a team in the first place, because she knew that if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.

"Janus here, we've got some bumbling backbirths who are going to ruin the whole sodding mission if they keep acting like gormless prats from Lower Cluelesstan, over," she said quite placidly into her earpiece. If everyone else was wearing their earpieces - as they should have been - they would hear her diatribe. Good. They needed chastisement if they were going to turn on each other like starving dogs.